He dreamt that their family led their children to the amusement park together. He dreamt that she would be his bride in a beautiful white veil. He dreamed that she would be busy with him in the kitchen after work. He dreamed that he would take her to the end of the world to see the sea.

But every time he wakes up, he will sit alone in the dark for a long time, can't help but smash all the things in the room, will be red eyes and repeat her name over and over.

But he is still more and more dependent on this drug, every time the dawn began to look forward to the arrival of dark, because in the dream, she will return to her side.

He didn't know how he had survived these three years. He thought, perhaps because of this day-to-day expectation, he relied on these ridiculous obsessions and walked through the grotesque world like a walking corpse.

Su Mo Han looked at the mist in the morning, the sun gradually penetrated the clouds, but he was a little confused.

Yes, he can't forget her.

But it is because of this, he will be more angry, hate his humble, hate the uncontrolled heart.

Ye Fei wakes up in a burst of headache. Her brain distension seems to be more serious than last night. In addition, she has a long lost pain all over her body.

Ye Fei looked at the blue and purple marks on her body, and was stunned and lost her mind. Then she remembered what happened last night and looked up to the window.

The sun scattered a mottled shadow, has been dressed up in front of the French window, gently smoking the cigarette in his hand, each deep inhalation of the lung.

His back with a carved into the bone marrow of indifference and desolation, let her heart suddenly cool, pain.

Ye Fei put on a dress, went to his back, reached out and hugged him, and said softly, "Su Mo Han, let's get married."

Su Mo Han is slightly absent-minded, and the cigarette butts on his fingertips fall off quietly.

He drew back his eyes in the distance, looked at the white hands on his waist and rolled his throat. When he heard the word marriage, his eyes were filled with a dense mist.

Marriage?

What he once thought of was to marry her, and his first wish in his life was to live with her forever.

But three years of time seems to have become a natural moat, as if the former and later divided into two worlds.

Su Mo Han came back to his senses, and a sneer flashed through his eyes.

Marriage?

At that time, she resolutely turned away and disappeared in his world. Now she suddenly appears in his world, but dare to propose to marry him?

How can she say these two words so calmly, and how can she be sure that he will nod his head!

Su Mo Han buckled open Ye Fei's hand, threw her aside, looked at her coldly, and said, "you are really full of patterns, fantastic! Do you think you would have married such a vain and dirty woman as you? "

Ye Fei's eyes flashed a trace of loss that can't be checked. Can't it be

"I know you have a grudge against me, but is there anyone more suitable for you than me?" Ye Fei opened her mouth with a light smile.

"Fit? What do you think suits you? " Su Mo Han walks to Ye Fei step by step.

Don't wait for the leaf imperial concubine to open mouth, Su Mo Han then droops to see to her cold voice way: "here in me, do not need to suit, know why?"

Ye Fei was hurt by his eyes, but she said again, "because Su Shao says it's suitable, what's not suitable is also suitable. Su Shao says it's not suitable, and it's not suitable."